Warriors alive on Memorial Day in my hood.. No more killing no more funerals...To be killed or to kill...Not a question today..
I now pay attention to the wounds, the distant faces, tattered uniforms not hidden in boxes but worned with pride....
Warriors alive on Memorial Day ...Alive and full of life...
Monday, May 31, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
Orbit
The Guru of modern life counsels that one must be surrounded by bliss of people, images, music, places, ideas, scents, as we live our lives...
The Guru of modern life counsels that those things which are within our orbit allows us to take in life with a luminous glow or one can absorb the elements of darkness...
The Guru of modern life counsels that when one encounters negativity and the aroma of dispair the ability to call on the assets of one's orbit allows for passage of negativity without peril or harm to one's being....
The Guru of modern life counsels that the orbit what flows around our being is connected to infinite orbits of life and as such our life is enhanced the orbits of all life...
The Guru of modern life counsels that those things which are within our orbit allows us to take in life with a luminous glow or one can absorb the elements of darkness...
The Guru of modern life counsels that when one encounters negativity and the aroma of dispair the ability to call on the assets of one's orbit allows for passage of negativity without peril or harm to one's being....
The Guru of modern life counsels that the orbit what flows around our being is connected to infinite orbits of life and as such our life is enhanced the orbits of all life...
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Black Americans=More than Civil Rights Icons
More than often I have to remind people that not only can I dance, sing and play sports but I can also recite every element on the Atomic Chart as well as thier weight and atomic number.
Tragically in our nation Black Americans have very limited optics part of our negative image is the failure of Black folks to tell the narrative of our unlimited diverse talents and skills. The other truth is that many people in our nation enbrace the fiction and disinformation about us as just being athletes, entertainers and of late criminals.
Black Americans are much more that the world's greatest civil rights icons..We are much more than legendary singers and sports stars..Our narrative is endless and still unfolding....
To be continued.......
Tragically in our nation Black Americans have very limited optics part of our negative image is the failure of Black folks to tell the narrative of our unlimited diverse talents and skills. The other truth is that many people in our nation enbrace the fiction and disinformation about us as just being athletes, entertainers and of late criminals.
Black Americans are much more that the world's greatest civil rights icons..We are much more than legendary singers and sports stars..Our narrative is endless and still unfolding....
To be continued.......
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Short Story : Dr.Cukoo
CHAPTER I. Directions
My socks were getting wet and the rain was hitting me in the face on my jog to the mail box... I adored spring rains especially on weekend mornings. I was hoping my neighbor's wife was making the same dash to pick up the mail...I loved it she got wet and her slightly opened robe screamed at me to take a peek.
The envelope I was looking for was stuck in between some other mail and for a quick second I thought I had more junk mail like yesterday's haul... I rushed back into the house and set down at the kitchen table and ripped apart the back of the envelope.... There it was hand written note with an web site address that was it!
Before I could log on my pc my door bell rang it was my neighor's wife she was standing directly in my front doow window with some mail I stared at her through my door's peephole before I opened the door there she in full display with a wet long t-shirt covered by her robe teasing me.. I opened the door grabbed the mail and told her to tell her husband hello while she walked away She flashed me the naked truth...
I grabbed my pc ran upstairs into my bedroom and logged on my pc and put the web site in my browser ...
My socks were getting wet and the rain was hitting me in the face on my jog to the mail box... I adored spring rains especially on weekend mornings. I was hoping my neighbor's wife was making the same dash to pick up the mail...I loved it she got wet and her slightly opened robe screamed at me to take a peek.
The envelope I was looking for was stuck in between some other mail and for a quick second I thought I had more junk mail like yesterday's haul... I rushed back into the house and set down at the kitchen table and ripped apart the back of the envelope.... There it was hand written note with an web site address that was it!
Before I could log on my pc my door bell rang it was my neighor's wife she was standing directly in my front doow window with some mail I stared at her through my door's peephole before I opened the door there she in full display with a wet long t-shirt covered by her robe teasing me.. I opened the door grabbed the mail and told her to tell her husband hello while she walked away She flashed me the naked truth...
I grabbed my pc ran upstairs into my bedroom and logged on my pc and put the web site in my browser ...
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